Fourth of July was at hand, and Lucy Bancroft made ready for their stay at the Socorro Springs ranch with a resolve in her heart. Some time during their two days' visit she would tell Curtis Conrad the truth about her father. Of course, many people would be there, and the superintendent would be busy, but she expected to see a good deal of him--he was sure to show her much attention--and it would not be hard to find the few minutes of privacy in which to impart the secret. She was quite sure that the knowledge would bring to a harmless end his long quest of vengeance, and that at once he would cease his pursuit of Delafield. But she was equally sure that he would no longer love her or be friendly with her father. "He can't respect either of us after that," she mused. "He'll feel toward us just as he does toward Mr. Baxter; and I can't blame him, for we're worse than Mr. Baxter is." Her heart pleaded eagerly for a little period of grace in which to feel his love and live it, to take delight in his favor and admiration. She need not tell him at the outset. While Lucy was considering and deciding upon her action, on the morning before the Fourth, Mrs. Ned Castleton was saying to her husband in the privacy of the great, empty plain across which they were taking an early gallop: "I know why Lena was so willing to come down here with Turner and us. You'd never guess, Ned." "Of course I couldn't, Francisquita. So you'll have to tell me." "I know I shall have to, for you'd never discover it yourself, until too late to do anything about it. She didn't come because she wanted to see the place,--though she's never been here before, you know,--nor because she thought it would be something unusual to do, nor because she cares any more about Turner's affairs than she did last year, nor even because she wanted to keep track of me, nor because--" "Never mind the didn'ts, Fanny! Let's skip ahead to why she did." "That's just like you, Ned. You never can understand what a flavor it gives to something that really _is_ to consider first all the things that it _isn't_." "Well, you've had the flavor, now you can give me the fact. I've wondered myself why she was so gracious about coming with us." "Yes; wasn't it surprising? It puzzled me so that I couldn't give up thinking about it until I solved the mystery." "And aren't you going to let me into the secret?" "Of course I am, Ned; that's what I'm doing right now! I studied about it on the way here, and I managed to find out a lot of things it wasn't. But I didn't discover what it was till after we reached the ranch." "Well, what did you find out then?" "Why, Ned, I'm telling you just as fast as I can! Although I think I know Lena pretty well, and am quite accustomed to her doing things that nobody else would think of, really, Ned, I was so surprised at this freak that you could have knocked me down with a feather!"